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The stains that we keep change the skins to flowers devoid of color crippled and veinless turning our bodies stiff like trunks,
 cornered, 
in the back of our throats.
 These wounds are rugged diamonds.
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC
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The stains that we keep change the skins to flowers devoid of color crippled and veinless turning our bodies stiff like trunks,
 cornered, 
in the back of our throats.
 These wounds are rugged diamonds.
lia-cruz
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC
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